The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1887-03-12

l WOulu Just us soon steep IN tne
barn these sultry nights.
"Oh, pshaw!" said Mrs. Fuller.
"Dressmakers hadn't ought to give
themselves airs. And Mrs. Lefton
was dreadful annoyed when she
heard I was going to take a working
woman in to board. She wouldn't
ha' come if she'd ha' knowed it, she
said"
"Then | should advise her to stay
away" observed Harry Fuller, with
some emphasis. But you will make
this arrangement, mother, won't
you? To please me"
And he took up the empty milk
ing-pail and went out.
Mrs. John Jones smiled to herself.
$50 / have II champion already ?"
she thought.
Harry Fuller's vacated room, al
belt it was in the high peak of the
roof, was a great improvement on
the hot little hole over the kitchen
which had been intended for "the
boarder." 1t was large and airy,
and commanded fine view of the
Sound, and was snug little corner
closet for her dresses, and a big, old
fashioned, claw-legged bureau for
laces and collars.
Il don't think | could have been
more pleasantly accommodated at
the View Hotel" thought she.
Mrs. Lefton, a fat, purple-faced
woman in rainbow-tinted grena-
dine gown, and diamond rings up to
the knuckles of her pudgy hands,
turned up her nose immensely at
the new boarder.
"It's very unfortunate that woman
coming here just now," she said.
"Lefton is so particular about the
folks that associate with. But
perhaps since it can't be helped she
can show me how to alter over Mar
ietta's black tissue dress that the
French madam spoiled. I'd be will
ing to pay her halfprice for helping
me-"
Mrs. Jones, however, gently de-
clined Mrs. I.efton's patronizing Of
fer.
81 am here for rest and recreation,
not for work." she said. 81 have a
Partisan pattern which l will will
ingly lend you but for the rest l
must beg to be excused"
"Stuck-up thing |" said Mrs. Lef-
ton. "She can go walking with the
children, Mrs. Fuller, and hunt for
maiden-hair ferns with your Harry
half the day, but she can't 60 to
work to earn stray penny. I've
no patience with such upstairs that
are above their business"
"She seems very ladylike" said
old Mrs. Fuller.
cts because she copies the airs
and graces of fine folks that come in
to be fitted at her Missus' place."
said Mrs. Lefton, violently tanning
herself.
Even while this vehement colo
guy was going on at the house, Oil
via Jones was sitting on a fallen log
in the blackberry pasture, with Har-
ry Fuller leaning with folded arms
against Il thom-apple tree close be-
hind her
"But really meant it, Mrs.
Jones'" said he, earnestly.
That's all nonsense" said the
widow, half-smiling. "How can you
mean it, when you have only known
me for ten days p
"A week or month can make no
difference to me- persisted he. 81
love YOU Mrs. Jones. | can't bear
to see you ground down and insult
ed by women like that Mrs. Lefton.
I'm only Il farmer, | know, but I've
a half-share in this place, with all its
surrounding land, and the saw-mill
on Gilhead River and if you'll
trust yourself to me, you shall never
know what want or trouble is. Mrs.
Jones-Olivia-won't you give me
word Of hope ?"
would you mary-a mere dress
maker ?"
Il would mary you, Olivia, in
second, if you would only say the
word"
But Harry
He took her hand in his.
Its all right now, Olivia, said he
with sparkling eyes. "If you did
not care for me you would not have
called me Harry in that tone"
And that was the way in which
they became engaged.
Mrs. Fuller was electrified when
she heard Of it.
You, Henry she cried, that
might hev marrid Amanda Plumb,
or even Mrs. Lefton's darter, Marri-